User:MightyTauren

Hiya! My name is Mighty...MightyTauren actually. Some people just call me MT for short...hehe. Please, if you see me at a con or in public, come up to me and give me a hug...I love that! I officially became part of the furry fandom back in June of 2006 when my owner, who used to mascot Chuck e Cheese (nearly 22 years ago whew), decided that we needed something new in our life. I love all people and miss the caring element that has all but evaporated from our normal, mundane, "human" culture. A fursuit allows many of us to break the social bounds that restrict and limit us and allow us to get back in touch with a more compassionate fursona that hides within our souls. Why "Tauren"...well...they are lovely creatures (I think)...from the lore of my favorite on-line game...World of Warcraft. For those who are unfamiliar with Tauren...

The Tauren are a fictional race of bovine-like humanoids, one of the major races of the Warcraft universe. They are spiritual, but are better known for their strength and courage as warriors. A nomadic race nearly as old as the Night Elves, the Tauren are attuned to nature and the spirits of the world, and have a largely shamanistic culture that stresses ancestor worship and the honored path of the hunter. Their capital of Thunder Bluff sits in the central Kalimdor territory of Mulgore, and they are aligned with the Horde in the present conflict (as depicted in World of Warcraft). Notably, the Tauren are the only race besides Night elf that can become Druids.

If the true meaning of furry you wish to understand
You must think in terms of paw and not hand
You must release your mentality from society's cage
For furry prefurs no race, sex, persuasion or age

You must sort through the hype and the exploitation
Because to be furry needs no justification
It is to reach out and embrace the unknown
To be surrounded by friends and yet still be alone

It is not a gimmick or a political movement
It's nothing so pretentious as a method of improvement
It's only to seek solace in the presence of friends
For when one is furry, the search never ends

It is sometimes to be controlled by one's emotions
It is to often be unsure of depths of devotion
It is the sweet pain of impossible dreams
It is never quite as close or as far as it seems

It is feelings being known without words being spoken
It is the inevitable occasional heart being broken
It is the type of love that now seems cliche
It's experience gained from having learned the hard way

It's a smurgle, a fuzzle, a rumble or purr
It's scales and whiskers and tails and fur
It's what we are, not outside but within
It's the binding force that makes us all kin

It's a howl in greeting to friends held dear
It's a bristling growl when confronted by fear
It's a friendly lick or scritch to show that we care
It's a deep understanding, a compassion that's rare

If what it is to be furry you still don't comprehend
Then consider this advice, my curious friend
If you're willing to respect that which you don't understand
Then come take my paw and I'll take your hand